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Action and accent did they teach him there;
I fhould have fear'd her, had fhe been a Devil.-
Cry'd, via! we will do't, come what will come.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to vifit us? Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparell'd thus, Like Mofcovites, or Ruffians, as I guess.
Their purpofe is to parley, court and dance;
Prin. And will they for the gallants fhall be tafkt;
Hold, Rofaline; this Favour thou shalt wear,
And change your Favours too; fo fhall your Loves
Rof. Come on then, wear the Favours most in fight. Cath. But in this changing, what is your intent?
Prin. Th' effect of my intent is to cross theirs ;
Rof. But fhall we dance, if they defire us to't? Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot; Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace : But while 'tis fpoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt,
There's no fuch sport, as fport by fport o'erthrown;
And they, well mockt, depart away with fhame. [Sound.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and Attendants, difguis'd like Mofcovites; Moth with Mufick, as for a mafquerade.
Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!
That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views.
[The ladies turn their backs to him.
Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
(36) Biron. Beauties, no richer than rich Taffata.] i. e. Taffata Masks they wore to conceal themselves. All the Editors concur to give this Line to Biron; but, furely, very abfurdly : for he's one of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make fuch an Inference. Boyet is fneering at the Parade of their Addrefs, is in the fecret of the Ladies' Stratagem, and makes himself Sport at the Abfurdity of their Proem, in complimenting their Beauty, when they were mafk'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost Propriety.
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views,
Biron. True; out, indeed.
Moth. Out of your favours, heav'nly Spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes With your fun-beamed eyes
Boyet. They will not anfwer to that epithet; You were beft call it daughter-beamed eyes.
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. Biron. Is this your perfectnefs? be gone, you rogue. Rof. What would thefe ftrangers? know their minds, Boyet. If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
That fome plain man recount their purposes.
Boyet. What would you with the Princess?
Boyet. Nothing, but peace and gentle vifitation.
Boyet. They fay, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Rof. It is not fo. Ask them, how many inches
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles,
How many inches doth fill up one mile?
Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps.
Rof. How many weary steps
Of many weary miles, have you o'ergone,
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you;
Our duty is fo rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without accompt.
Rof. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. King, Bleffed are clouds, to do as fuch clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy ftars, to shine (Thofe clouds remov'd) upon our watery eyne.
Rof. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter; Thou now request'ft but moon-shine in the water. King. Then in our measure vouchfafe but one change; Thou bid'ft me beg, this begging is not strange,
Rof. Play, mufick, then; nay, you must do it foon. Not yet? no dance? thus change I, like the moon. King. Will you not dance? how come you thus eftrang'd. Roj. You took the moon at full, but now she's chang'd. King. Yet ftill fhe is the moon, and I the man. The mufick plays, vouch fafe fome motion to it. Rof. Our ears vouchsafe it.
King. But your legs fhould do it.
Rof. Since you are strangers, and come here by chance,
We'll not be nice; take hands;
King. Why take you hands then!
Rof. Only to part friends;
we will not dance.
Curt'fy, fweet hearts, and fo the measure ends.
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
King. Prize yourselves then; what buys your company?
King. That can never be.
Rof. Then cannot we be bought; and fo, adieu;
King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat.
King. I am beft pleas'd with That.
Biron.White-handed miftrefs, one fweet word with thee. Prin. Honey, and milk, and fugar, there is three. Biron. Nay then, two treys; and if you grow fo nice, Methegline, wort, and malmfeywell run, dice: There's half a dozen fweets.
Prin. Seventh sweet, adieu;
Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you.
Biron. One word in fecret.
Prin. Let it not be fweet.
Biron. Thou griev'ft my gall.
Prin. Gall? bitter.
Biron. Therefore meet.
Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? Mar. Name it.
Dum. Fair lady,
Mar. Say you for fair lord:
Take that for your fair lady.
As much in private; and I'll bid adieu.
Cath. What, was your vifor made without a tongue? Long. I know the reafon, lady, why you ask. Cath. O, for your reafon! quickly, Sir; I long. Long. You have a double tongue within your mafk, And would afford my fpeechlefs vizor half.
Cath. Veal, quoth the Dutch man; is not veal a calf? Long. A calf, fair lady?
Cath. No, a fair lord calf.
Long. Let's part the word.
Cath. No, I'll not be your half;
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks! Will you give horns, chafte lady? do not fo.
Cath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Cath. Bleat foftly then, the butcher hears you cry. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge, invincible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be feen:
Above the fense of sense so fenfible
Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings; Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, fwifter things. Rof. Not one word more, my maids; break off,
Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure fcoff..